Betty’s POV. 

I could tell she had been holding it in for a while. Then, in a shaky voice, she began to speak. 

“It’s my dad,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “He, he got into a terrible accident.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I stayed quiet, letting her continue. Her voice broke as she spoke again.

“The doctors said he’s in a coma. And...” she paused, her tears falling freely now, “there isn’t enough money to keep his treatment going.”

She tried to be strong, but ...